Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
cv313,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.